Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

When the Coffee's Cold

When the coffee's cold
     the story's old
   rooster missed his cue again
     nightmares in both our pens... 

   clouds high on the horizon
     me, low on the totem pole
   when the coffee's this cold
     sundial's dug me a black hole... 

   head-shakes rattle my brain
     Will they ever ease the pain
   back and knees have yet to please
     O, glorious morning, refills of unease

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David Fisher October 23, 2023 at 5:32 PM What a fun, whimsical write. Love the first two lines, and hopefully the morning is all about the hot coffee, or at least it should be. Gershon Wolf October 23, 2023 at 6:38 PM Actually hot coffee + a nice bowl of cereal, potato chips, herring and schnopps all mixed together. If that doesn't do you in, have a little raw horseradish for dessert. ~ To the Moon, Alice!